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RETOLD BY VERA SOUTHGATE

ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOYCE HESSELBERTH

EDITING BY INMA GC A

Once upon a time, there was a little

red hen who lived in a farmyard...

One day the little red hen found some

grains of wheat.

She took them to the other animals in the

farmyard.

Joyce Hesselberth

“Who will help me to plant these grains of wheat?”

asked the little red hen.

“Not I” said the cat.

“Not I” said the rat.

“Not I” said the pig.

“Then I shall plant the grains myself”,

said the little red hen.

So she did.

Joyce Hesselberth

Every day the little red hen went to the field to watch the grains of wheat

growing.

They grew tall and strong.

One day, the little red hen saw that the wheat was ready to be cut.

So she went to the other animals in the farmyard.

Joyce Hesselberth

“Who will help me to cut the wheat?”, asked the little red hen.

“Not I” said the cat.

“Not I” said the rat.

“Not I” said the pig.

“Then I shall cut the wheat myself”, said the little red hen.

So she did.

“The wheat is now ready to be made into flour”, said the little red hen to

herself, as she set off for the farmyard.

“Who will help me to take the wheat to the mill, to be ground into flour?”,

asked the little red hen.

“Not I”, said the cat.

“Not I” said the rat.

“Not I” said the pig.

“Then I shall take the wheat to the mill myself”, said the

little red hen.

So she did.

Joyce Hesselberth

The little red hen took the wheat to the mill and the

miller ground it into flour.

When the wheat had been ground into flour, the little

red hen took it to the other animals in the farmyard.

“Who will help me to take this flour to the baker, to be made into bread?”

asked the little red hen.

“Not I”, said the cat.

“Not I” said the rat.

“Not I” said the pig.

“Then I shall take the flour to the baker myself”,

said the little red hen. So she did.

The little red hen took the flour to the baker

and the baker made it into bread.

When the bread was baked, the little red hen took it to the other animals

in the farmyard.

Joyce Hesselberth

“The bread is now ready to be eaten”,

said the little red hen.

“Who will help me to eat the bread?”

“I will”, said the cat.

“I will”, said the rat.

“I will”, said the pig.

“No, you will not”, said the little red hen.

“I shall eat it myself”.

So she did.

Joyce Hesselberth